Rain, Rain, Go Away

Yeah, definitely waxing poetic. It is raining too hard to take photos, much to my chagrin. I have seen many waterfalls coursing down and through the blasted rock walls that line the interstate in this area. What a rare sight on the I-55 in Missouri. Flooded ground can be seen in all directions in the low-lying areas. A group of three-wheeled motorcycles just cruised into the rest area where we are waiting out another storm cell. Makes me grateful for the motorhome.

During a lull in the rain, I took this....pretty, huh? I love old barns and other weather-worn buildings.

Within about an hour and a half the temps have dropped a full 20 degrees; still, the storms continue to build. We had been talking with our niece for a couple of days about whether or not to stop at their place on our way home. They live in a rural area of southeast Missouri and this morning I decided that it just wasn't a good idea to test how solid the lane to their house is when the ground is saturated with rain and no let up in sight.

We did stop for a break at the exit we would take if going to their house. The fact that Lambert's - Home of the Throwed Rolls is there had nothing to do with that decision. But, since we were there we might just as well have lunch...right? These were taken near that exit where the driveways at one hotel were underwater.

Who can tell me what's wrong with this pony today? It's always tied up outside the entry to Lambert's?

Some may recall that the last time this pony appeared here, it was ridden by six of the cutest kids in the whole wide world! Or maybe you couldn't even see the pony with six kids on it!

I called Mom from here and we are carrying a Lambert's Pork Chop dinner with all the fixin's to her when we hopefully get to Carlinville tomorrow.

Lovin' Life ~~ And Familiar Places

Bev